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Departmental Duties 2 – Room 101

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words only. I’m less strict about that now. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I did part 1 here and this is a bit more.

PART 2

Jeremiah stepped out into the night pulling his coat collar around his ears as the rain continued to fall, iridescent pools forming across the open paved area in front of the building that lead to the cross town zip. The Immigration centre was in the heart of the market district, a leftover from decades before when this was part of a vibrant business area hosting head offices of banks and financial institutions from across the planet. Now it was very much a sea of stalls, food vendors and a pulsating night live that catered for the most basic tastes and cravings for creatures from across all four systems. High rises had been converted for accommodation and the suits were mostly long gone.

The main road through the area was a sea of neon painted against the wall of converted hab-blocks towering high into the grey skies above. Across from the immigration building, illuminated only by the crack and fizz of the day glow signs, he could make out the silhouettes of a tall Carillion and a small group of Thracians.

“What a joke” he mumbled to himself. Earth had welcomed them, gave them refuge and saved them from the ravages of their own worlds, but now they had taken over huge swathes of the city and people like him – humans, born of Earth – were an endangered species in some parts.

“Hey handsome” came a voice from the shadows as he crossed towards the Zip station. “You been working late? You looking for something special?”

Jeremiah turned towards the source of the voice. It was a Carillion. Humanoid in basic form but standing 8 foot tall with bright blue scaled skin they were quite something. Her voice rolled with an enticing melody. It was almost a song and Jeremiah paused for a moment.

“No, no I don’t.” He answered sharply. “I have a wife.”

She sensed reservation in his voice. She know his type. Hated them and their kind but couldn’t resist the lure of something exotic. “You sure baby” she answered smiling. She motioned towards a door lit by a single white light. “My home is your home.”

Jeremiah walked slowly over. There was a reason the Carillions were so popular, he’d heard the men in the office talking about them. “Show me” he said, a snarl on his face

She placed a hand on the side of his head. “Close your eyes baby”.

Jeremiah obeyed and in a moment he felt her inside his head, images of writhing flesh and darkest desires flooding his senses. He could taste her on his tongue. He could feel her long slender fingers on his skin.

“Stop” he shouted opening his eyes grabbing her arm.

She smiled at him and lowered her arm. “It’s okay baby I understand, I’ve seen your thoughts. I know how you feel about us. It’s okay”

He released her arm and stood staring up at her. He wanted it. He wanted her. He had a thousand reasons to head home but right now all he could think of was the thoughts she’d put in his head.

“How much?” he asked.

She reached for his hand and opened the door. “A hundred and fifty Credits for everything.”

He reached into his pocket and checked his wallet.

“I have one request” he said putting it back into his pocket.

“Yes baby of course, whatever you desire” she answered leading him through the door and up a small flight of stairs.

His mouth dry and pulse racing he followed her into a small room. There were threadbare carpets on the floor and a bed along one wall. On the opposite side of the room was a screen draped with a silk gown. The walls were bare save for a long mirror and a crucifix above the sink in the corner.

Jeremiah reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his wallet and paid her. He then took out his phone and sent a message to his wife telling her he would be home late and put it back away.

He looked up at her as she caressed his face.

“So what was that request you had then“ she asked, her voice filling his head.

He paused. He hated himself. “I want you to hurt me…”

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday: Bond & Seek

I don’t take many things seriously but I am going to make a concerted effort to do Colleen’s challenges properly.

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday

I don’t take many things seriously as you probably know but I am going to make a concerted effort to do Colleen’s challenges properly when I do them. I have scant regard for the correct use of haiku and tanka and often do such beastly things to them but I think it is also important to show appreciation for the little blighters because they are so fabulous when done right.

This week the challenge was to use synonyms for BOND and SEEK. I used Love and Search. Does ‘t quite tick all the boxes but it’s something.

Grey sky and sea merge

Love lost beyond horizons

searching and waiting

eyes closed she feels cold waves crash

lost at sea but still she hopes

https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/01/30/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-69-bond-seek-snynomnsonly/

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Body & Close

Don’t like it? That’s because it’s true.

Ronovan provides the words. Then a haiku follows. Though mine are kinda haiku in form only and I believe senryu in every other way and this week there are two. The second to get the taste of the first out of your mouth.

Body close to hers

warm hands on cold clammy skin

necrophiliac

quick read this

Close the curtains please

late night fridge trip, body shows

need to bleach my eyes

https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/01/29/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-186-bodyclose/

More revolting limericks

Crass and inappropriate

I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?

There once lived a man in Phuket

kept an elephant calf as a pet

treat it rather quite bad

it grew large and got mad

squashed him flat, left a smear, rather wet

An old lady qho rather loved cats

lived alone in a tall block of flats

died alone at her place

and the cats ate her face

decomposed, then was fed on by rats

A chap on vacation in Delhi

drank the water and god a bad belly

he would cry scream and shout

as he turned inside out

quite disgusting and rather quite smelly

Sir Brian of the Small Hands

Its not really all it seems

Its a tale, old and true, through the ages to you

a man good, brave and noble quite grand

he’s from stories of old, and songs sung and yarns told

stout of heart but alas such small hands

From when he was a lad, he would say to his dad

One day I, will for sure, be a knight

But alas his dad feared and he scratched his long beard

Not convinced that in fact his son might

For his hands so quite small, even though he was tall

And a sword he could surely not hold

It would fall from his grip, to the ground it would slip

Left defenceless alone in the cold

“Perhaps it’s not for you” , said his dad, his heart blue

“Maybe you should consider your trade

Jesters are in demand and with your tiny hands

You would surely have your fortune made

You can dance, perform tricks, they will laugh, give you tips

You can jape, as they point at your fingers

Dressed as harlequin king, telling jokes then you sing

Of the Celts cross the sea, all such gingers

Okay so I will stop there. Ever start a post and persist and persist and then realise you’re wasting your time? Well this was one of those. For some reason I got into my head that a poem about a knight with small hands called Brian would be a good idea. I like to think I am pretty creative but beyond the title that is all I had. I started to write and got a few nicely rhymed bits done and then kind of backed myself into a corner.

Instead of stopping what I did was keep going which was a bad idea because beyond King, knight and jester I wasn’t wholly convinced of what other jobs you’d have in medieval times. Priest? Blacksmith? Boil Lancer? Pot Emptier? So another bad idea there obviously.

I did toy with the ridiculous and there will forever be remembered the missing verse where I discussed just how much bigger things seem when held in small hands. I thought for a while that it was funny then realised it sounded like it involved a child’s hands and a grown mans…well you know. I quickly deleted it.

I was then going to try and make it some sort of political commentary on Donald Trump which just made me think that I should perhaps shut the hell up because there are limits to weirdness and an allegorical tale about Donald Trump through the medium of a small handed knight is just stupid.

So this is it. A lesson in knowing when to say enough is enough because as much as you might like your title and the noble looking photo you found on pixabay sometimes there just aren’t enough words to rhyme with hands…

Departmental Duties 1 – Room 101

“Carillions are awful at paperwork” he said to himself opening the file on the clan connections. That was it. That’s what felt wrong, this application just looked too good. “What are you hiding buddy?”

Jeremiah pushed his chair back, puffed out his cheeks and put his hands behind his head. Just this case to finish and then he would head out for something to eat and then go home. He sighed and looked out across the ofice and noticed he was alone, the three long rows of pods long emptied for the day. As usual he was first in and last out.

“No wonder the detention centres are full” he mumbled to himself.

He scanned the data on the holo-screen before him. Everything looked okay on the surface but something about the case made him uneasy. There were no outstanding warrants or red flags from across any of the four known systems, he had clan already settled on the east coast and his paperwork was faultless. He hadn’t even had any run ins in the centre which was rare for his type.

He chewed on a pen as he went through every page of the settlement application, but he couldn’t find anything solid.

Like so many Carillions he had found his way to earth after fleeing his home to escape the persecution of the Tardaron Federation, and whilst the central Earth Government wanted to help they’d been swamped in the three years following first contact so had brought in tight regulations to ensure the other systems weren’t just shipping their problems to Earth.

Now didn’t care for either race particularly but the Carillions had provided the earth government with some pretty serious military tech so for now they were the good guys.

Jeremiah sighed. As much as he wanted to reject the case he couldn’t find anything. He tossed the pen across he desk, pressed the ‘Authorise’ button and shut it down.

“Alexa, what time is it” he asked rubbing his eyes.

“The time is Eight thirty five” came the response.

Jeremiah got up from his chair, pushed it back under his desk and headed for the door. There would be more to process tomorrow, he’d meet his rejection quota then.

Maria the Cake Wrangler

Not sure where that came from…

Ive a story to tell, settle down listen well

Tis a tale of a woman of needs

And the cravings inside, which have made her quite wide

And the treats upon which she so feeds

Now Maria’s her name, and cake wrangling’s her game

Shes a pro, every day on her lips

Whether Gateau’s or pies, small or massive in size

Cream and chocolate into her mouth drip

She’s mad for banoffee, and small cupcakes with coffee

She’ll do things rather dirty for choux

Muffin gobbler is she, has cream horns with her tea

Panettone? Just a portion or two

Of red velvet she’ll dream and she quaffs it with cream

And then onto some sweet baklava

She hides brownies in bed, and loves sweet pumpkin bread

Stashes souffle down inside her bra

Doughnuts, pancakes and tarts, cookies shaped just like hearts

And on shortbread she eats quite her fill

Gives hand jobs for yum yums, taste so sweet on her tongue

For a fruit cake she’d happily kill

For no matter the treat, just as long as it’s sweet

Our Maria she needs to eat more

Sponge cake, jam filled with cream they’re an absolute dream

The cake wrangler can’t help but adore

Limericks. Surprise! Din’t see that coming did you …

One’s about putting marrows in one’s bottom…

I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?

Once a woman quite fond of baguette

just the shape brought her out in a sweat

the soft inner, hard crust

filled her mind with such lust

and a footlong, well that made her wet

There once hailed a plumber from Goole

Who did not work on loos as a rule

See they made him unwell

Could not handle the smell

God forbid he should witness a stool

A gardner, big veg fan from Leeds

quite depraved in his sexual needs

how he loved to shove marrow

in his passages narrow

then would eat them, apart from the seeds

A last goodnight – Room 101

The old porch swing creaked as Cal pushed slowly back and forth, the evening breeze cool against his skin and the smell of bougainvillea thick in the air.

The old porch swing creaked as Cal pushed slowly back and forth, the evening breeze cool against his skin and the smell of bougainvillea thick in the air. Sam sat with him, saying nothing, simply staring up into the sky where the huge fireball seemed to hang like a balloon on the wind. After a while he shifted in his seat and spoke.

“How long until it get’s here dad?” He asked.

Cal placed his hand on Sam’s arm. He was a great kid with so much of his life still to be lived. He deserved better than this.

“They say tomorrow will be our last.” Cal answered calmly. He thought to himself that he probably should have lied but Sam wasn’t stupid. He knew what was coming, he’d seen the news.

“So why couldn’t they stop it?” He asked.

“We did everything we could son” he answered putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him close. “But it was too big, too fast, and we just saw it too late.”

Sam pointed at the sky. “It looks like another sun doesn’t it” he said quite calmly.

“Uh huh. I guess so” Cal answered.

Sam lowered his arm and sat up straight on the edge of the bench. He shuffled where he sat, looking uncomfortable.

“Did we deserve to die?” He asked “because Jenny Wilkes at the store said this was happening because we’re all evil.”

“Sam no, god no” Cal answered sitting upright next to him. “We’re just in it’s path son, it’s nothing we’ve done.”

Sam seemed happy with the answer. “I’m not scared you know” he said turning to look at his father. “I’ve had a good life.”

Cal choked up. He didn’t know what to say. Here he was wanting to scream and shout about how unfair it all was and his son goes and says that.

“Do you think I would have had a wife one day?” Sam continued.

“Oh Sam” Cal exclaimed fighting back tears. “I’m quite sure you would have yes. Definitely yes.”

“Do you think she would have been like mum?”

“I’m sure she would have been just as wonderful as your mum son, without a doubt.” Cal answered, tears streaming down his face. Sam wasn’t really old enough to remember her but every night he would ask and Cal would tell him all about her. “She would have been so proud of you, you know that right.”

Sam stood from the bench and turned to face his father.

“I know dad” he said smiling and reached out a hand. “Let’s go watch a movie, I think that would be a good way to spend the night. Then tomorrow we will see mum again.”

Limericks. Again.

I’ll get bored of them eventually I am sure. Maybe…

I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?

There once hailed a priest from Manilla

who turned out was a serial killer

Though on Sundays he’d rest

with the saved and the blessed

Then on Monday, kill whores, what a thriller

Want to read more of my stuff? No. Don’t blame you, no offence taken.

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/29/a-collection-of-miserable-limericks/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/probing-a-cautionary-tale/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/03/first-blog-post/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/we-unlikely-few/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/homage/

Faeries: The long winter – Part 4

Through the caves the frog king led Kostromo, following the light of the river as it lead ever downwards. They passed through a small narrowing in the cave wall and she could feel the rock against her skin

I had the urge to return to this. Let’s have another part shall we.

Faeries: The long winter

Faeries: The long winter – Part 2

Faeries: The long winter – Part 3

“By the light of the river and the warmth of the earth have we survived these many years” said the frog king as he hopped alongside Kostromo. “Were it not for this place we would surely have fallen to the darkness long ago.”

The narrowing in the rock wall had lead to another large cavern, the ground flatter than before and the river now wider and throwing up more light into the space. She could not see the ceiling but on both sides were steep craggy walls. She noticed movement as she looked about and as her eyes became accustomed to the light she could make out row upon row of small caves scattered.

“Welcome to our home” the frog King said with a smile.

He hopped down to a small raised area next to the river and croaked loudly, the noise reverberating around the space. Slowly there emerged from the dark caves all manner of creature and they began to make their way slowly to where the Frog King waited.

“So many creatures” she said to herself as she watched them descend and pass her. A wood nymph brushed by her and nodded slowly. Her skin that of a silver birch, slender arms and legs and her hair a mass of dark green tousles.

It seemed all the creatures of the wood were here, magical and non magical alike. From high up the wood sprites fluttered down slowly, their gossamer wings blue from the light of the river. Butterflies, sparrows, larks, dragon flies and all manner of flying creatures filled the air and around her feet there there gathered what seemed to be every creature that had roamed the forest that would have eagerly welcomed her in years gone by.

The magical creatures stayed further back, as if uncertain of her presence. She noticed two squat cave trolls whispering to each other and a dryad looked away as Kostromo tried to catch her gaze.

“People of the forest” boomed the Frog King, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. “We have long waited in the dark and in the cold, resigned to the long winter.”

There was a bustle of chatter and a family of field mice scuttled up the nymph to get a better view. Though the Frog King was speaking Kostromo felt all eyes on her.

“But now, Kostromo has returned once more. There is hope once again that spring may return to the forest.”

The Frog King paused dramatically. At first there was silence, no creature spoke and none moved.

“Spring has returned” shouted the younger of the field mice that had earlier found it’s vantage point in the hair of the nymph. “Kostromo has returned.”

As if released of their fears, a cry of celebration went up from the gathered creatures. The great cavern reverberated with the shouts and calls as they gathered around her and the Frog King.

He looked across at her, his blue eyes shining and smiled.

Photo courtesy of pixabay

Screw you haiku 24 Jan 2017

Both serious and playful. The Japanese would not approve

The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.

Second amendment

It’s your right to bare arms

and murder school kids.

Seems there was another school shooting in Kentucky. Seriously people…

Clown. Joyful japing

smiles on the face of children

but dying inside

and maybe one more

Evening on red wine

Glug glug glug glass after glass

mouth like a sex doll

More stuff from my brain meat…

Charlie’s Journey – OWPC Challenge

Deep and insightfully insightfulnessness

I tried to say goodbye.

People I enjoy – Little Red Lamb

Each week I am going to reblog someone that I enjoy reading. This week it is Little Red Lamb.

Where do I start? One of my favourite things about WordPress are the people, and in Red you have someone with a wonderful ability to express herself in a way many struggle with. She writes with an openness and an honesty about herself and her life which makes for a great read.

Find out more about her here

The day has a ‘Y’ in in. Must mean limericks.

On the matter of meat, probing and D

I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?

There once was a butcher from Crete

had a love of fish, poultry and meat

gorged on legs, wings and chops

haggis eggs and roll-mops

burgers, sausage and steaks such a treat

Fan of X-Files insisted he’d been

by some aliens, sucked up in a beam

stretched his bottom quite wide

as they probed deep inside

the poor chap what they did was obscene

Once a POTUS who claimed “It’s fake news”

hates the poor and the blacks but likes Jews

grabs your wife by the V

then he showers in Pee

supports racist right wing and their views

Beyond the stars – Room 101

Children for sale, get your fresh children here!

Cal opened his eyes slowly, his head pounding and a searing pain in his chest. As his senses returned he found himself looking out into the darkness of space, the earth drifting far in the distance. He was in one of the SS Brunel’s escape pods, he had done enough inspections of them in his time so that he knew. What he didn’t know was how he’d got there.

He reached for his chest and winced. There was blood and scorch marks on his tunic and he could smell med-plas. Someone had patched him up but no matter how hard he tried he had no idea who.

He stabbed a finger at the console in front of him but it was completely dead with the exception of a single blinking red light and a small dial with an indicator reading ten percent.

“Well I have life support” he said to himself tapping the gauge. “For now at least.”

He pulled at the manual ignition lever above his head in an attempt to force a reboot of the pod but there was just a dull click. A few more pumps resulted in the same result and he pushed the lever back into its housing. If he couldn’t get the pod back online this was going to be a very short trip.

“Come on baby” he said willing her back into life and shifting uncomfortably in his chair to reach for a panel to his left. He pulled open a small hatch to reveal the distress beacon which should have been blinking, but wasn’t.

He ran his hands through his hair and cursed. No power, no distress beacon and life support now less than ten percent.

By his reckoning he had maybe an hour before oxygen levels dropped to critical.

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Sing & Peace

Don’t like it? That’s because it’s true.

Ronovan provides the words. Then a haiku follows. Though mine are kinda haiku in form only and I believe senryu in every other way.

they sing his praises

Peace in the name of their god

and then rape children

Harsh but true. I think it’s about time people stopped using the phrase ‘Child Abuse’ and call it what it is. Child Rape. Yeah, you know who they are…

https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/01/22/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-185-singpeace/

Limericks on sombre topics.

Another day, more limericks

I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?

Ballet dancer who got rather plump

so much so that she barely could jump

All the cookies and pies

they went straight to her thighs

when she did she came down with a thump

Once a Gent with a craving for women

went to watch them and spied on them swimming

he emerged ,they screamed “Weirdo!”

at the bulge in his speedo

didn’t help, the lip licking and grinning

Once a Donald with cravings for females

banged a porn star, ensuring no blackmail

paid her off, hundred K

“Doesn’t matter” he’ll say

“Not as bad as Clinton and her email!”

Limericks written in the car…

Waiting for the kids to finish school

I haven’t had much time write anything today as I have been rather busy doing stuff, but I did have a wee gap when picking the kids up from school and had the words Denise and Cheese rattling around in my head and needed to get them out so even more limericks. I think the second may be my one of my best ever.

I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?

Friend of mine met a woman, Denise

Super hot but alas smelled like cheese

Tried quite hard, could not bed her

As she smelled just like cheddar

Gorgonzola, blue Danish and Bries

There once was a chap quite humongous

Never bathed, in his rolls he grew fungus

In his chins you’d find mould

Sweat would pool in each fold

In his crack nasty filth in abundance

There was a woman called Kate

Who would eat every crumb on her plate

She would nibble from others

From her parents and brothers

Now quite round and she cant find a date

Want to read more of my stuff? No. Don’t blame you, no offence taken.

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/29/a-collection-of-miserable-limericks/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/probing-a-cautionary-tale/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/03/first-blog-post/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/we-unlikely-few/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/homage/

Monday Limericks

Need a get well soon limerick? Look no further…

I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?

Saw your dad, says you’re suffering a spell

raging fever and sweaty as hell

spent all day on the loo

from both ends, as you do

hope you’re soon on the mend and quite well

You’ve a rash and the pustules are welling

and a discharge that’s green and now smelling

Maybe go see a nurse

‘fore it gets any worse

could explode if it carries on swelling

Want to read more of my stuff? No. Don’t blame you, no offence taken.

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/29/a-collection-of-miserable-limericks/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/probing-a-cautionary-tale/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/03/first-blog-post/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/we-unlikely-few/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/homage/

X is for X-Rated

The time I nearly taught a class of 11 year olds about fetish sex by accident

A few days ago I wrote here about volunteering to teach code in a nearby school. I expressed a degree of nervousness over the endeavour but was nonetheless excited at the prospect of sharing something of what I love.

Last Thursday came and went and for the most part it went rather well. The children were engaged and excited by the lesson, I am now known as “Mr Code Man” – which I absolutely love, and I will be returning this week.

It was touch and go though because of an issue with the content of my internet browser.

If you have read my blog then you might know that I wrote a whole series of posts on the crazy sexual fetish’s that are out there and much of my research came from a Huffington post article. Now there is nothing deviant or inappropriate on my laptop. My theory on such things is dont lie or hide things then you don’t have to remember anything.

Seems though that I happened to bookmark this particular site. Just imagine the scene…

I hook up my laptop to the gigantic electronic screen in the classroom and it displays my desktop for them to see. There was a small matter of XBOX alerts popping up because my kids were enjoying a snow day at home and I monitor their messages on my laptop. Nothing untoward though and I quickly turned the alerts off. It actually earned me kudos with the older boys in the class.

So there I stand, facing the twenty or so little faces and another 5 teaches and I click the browser and it opens up and there on the screen, projected to a size of 3 metres wide is this. Now I only have 2 bookmarks in my browser and here they are…

Now I noticed it straight away and as fast as I could fumbled around to close it but eventually yanked the output cable from my screen somewhat flustered and closed it down, my heart pounding in my chest.

I looked around and it seems I got away with it but god, can you imagine if I had clicked it by accident…

Thoughts and prayers across America tonight

Bet you a tenner some people are on their knees right now saying this exact stuff!

Dear Jesus

Thank you for Our Potus Donald, and I pray you bless him as he does your divine will as he leads our great country. We pray you will strike down those that the devil brings against him as you struck down the Amalekites and killed all their women and children.

We ask that you will spare him from the temptation of porn stars and spankings because he is your vehicle and chosen by you and we believe in our hearts that you sent him to save our great nation from people using the wrong toilets and the sick and the poor who have no faith in your word and do not give 10% to the church.

We pray that you will allow the scales to drop from the eyes of the wicked press that distort your precious truths coming from your servant’s mouth and heavenly father we ask in the name of your son that you will stop babies being born in the ninth month because we know this is not your will.

We ask in the name of your son that you bless those republican leaders who are fighting in your name to remove from our land those that do not deserve to be part of the bounty you have blessed us with and we ask that you grant them travel mercies and they return safely to countries they left 20 years ago because they have probably been missed quite a lot.

We ask this in the precious name of your son Jesus Amen

Mountains must move – Room 101

Maybe a beginning but little more…

Let’s do one of M’s prompts.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They dont always finish, they don’t always have a start. I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or paint a single scene. Originally they were always 101 words but not worrying too much about word count at the moment.

Even now after all these years Cal could still recall the day everything changed. It was hard to forget.

Quite clearly he still remembered the panic in his chest hearing his mother calling his name frantically as he rode his bicycle through the tall grass in front of the farm house. He knew that this was no time to hide, no time for games.

He hadn’t made it back to her before the skies started to darken, and after abandoning his bicycle and setting off at a sprint he saw a look of fear on her face that would never leave him. As they raced inside the house the sky seemed to explode, crimsons and oranges painted horizon to horizon and a deafening roar cut through the air, shaking the house to its foundations.

“What is it Mom” he had asked her, “what’s happened.”

Se said she didn’t knew but that they needed to hide and get to the bunker. He didn’t believe her then but looking back he understood why she had lied to him.

He would have done the same because the lie was better than the truth. It was a truth very few of them would survive.

Photo courtesy of pixabay

Gross Saturday Limericks

Need a limerick for someone with a nasty discharge? I got your back…

Today, I pay tribute (or a homage if you will) to those that have suffered at the hands of this cruel cruel world.

I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?

Stay in bed as I know you’re unwell

there’s a discharge, a rash – must be hell

get some shots, you’ll be fine

it will heal up in time

and perhaps it will no longer smell

Oh poor poppit I hope you’re less sick

as the discharge, I believe, is quite thick

hope the swelling goes down

and it’s no longer brown

and it’s no longer oozing, quite slick

Heard you caught something nasty my friend

take your pills you’ll be soon on the mend

next time just be aware

take precautions and care

cos it seeping and all red at the end

Want to read more of my stuff? No. Don’t blame you, no offence taken.

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/29/a-collection-of-miserable-limericks/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/probing-a-cautionary-tale/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/03/first-blog-post/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/we-unlikely-few/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/homage/

Sea of Chardonnay – Room 101

Children for sale, get your fresh children here!

Let’s do one of M’s prompts. Rusty Bearings.

Ada and Sol stood hand in hand and waited. Before them golden waters stretched away into the distance, the sun dancing across the surface of the lake. Behind them long grass on rolling hills swayed in the spring breeze generated by the bio-hab.”

“I’ll miss the moon” Sol said, a tremor in his voice. “Nurse says this is what the Earth used to be like.”

Ada felt the grass between her toes. She would miss it too. This was home, all she had ever known.

Nervously they watched the shuttle skim across the surface of the water towards them. A long white cylinder with small dark windows along each side it caused the water below to ripple as it eased slowly to a halt on the waters edge.

“I want you on your best behaviour” a man’s gruff voice barked from behind them. “These people have paid good money and they expect only the best do you understand.”

A small hatch opened in the underside of the craft and a ramp descended slowly. They held their breath as around twenty terrans spilled out onto the grass. Ada felt sol squeeze her hand and she squeezed back reassuringly. She had always been the strong one.

A small blonde haired boy stood a few metres from Ada started to cry. “I don’t want to go to earth “ he sobbed. “I want to stay here.”

Ada turned to him and flashed him a smile and nodded. “It’s okay” she mouthed.

“You’ll do as we say” the gruff voiced man said sharply “you cant get kids of your quality back on Earth. These people pay top money, now smile.”

A get well soon limerick

Silly and crass and most immature

Sometimes a limerick is all you need to say get well soon…

Oh poor baby I hear you caught syphilis

from that woman you slept with at Christmas

and gave it to you your wife

and it’s ruined your life

but at least you can boast of your mistress

What? Things like that happen..

Heard you’re spending some time on the loo

and your whole house it smells just like poo

and you really cant think

with your head in the sink

as its coming out of that end too

True story

Heard your boob job it went quite awry

when you look at them you just start to cry

‘cos they’re both different sizes

and they’re full of surprises

as one nipple looks like a pork pie

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